Sean looked to the dartboard and judged room perspective. He should still be able to see where Mol was from there. As if she'd stay in one spot. Uh-hunh. He'd make sure she knew where he was.
"Sure. Why not?" Molly wanted him to have fun, right?
He hadn't played darts in years. The targets he aimed at now were paper, and it took a lot more talent to toss a dart than to squeeze a trigger. Had he ever been able to get a descent score while sober? He'd find out soon enough.